CHAPTER XXXVI
SWIFT AND BEAUTIFUL FEET
For three months Ruth went back and forth from Sing Sing to
Albany, battling with the Governor for Gordon's life and cheering
the condemned man with her courage and love.
The fatal day of the execution had come, and she was to wage the
last battle of her soul for the life of her love with the man who
loved her.
It was a day of storm. The spring rains had been pouring in torrents
for a week and the wind was now dashing against the windows blinding
sheets of water.
A carriage stopped before the Governor's Mansion, and two women
wrapped in long cloaks leaped quickly out. The Governor was at his
desk in his office.
There was the rustle of a woman's dress at his door. He looked and
sprang to his feet, trembling.
He threw one hand to his forehead as though to clear his brain,
and caught a chair with the other.
Advancing swiftly toward him, he saw the white vision of Ruth
Spottswood the night of the ball when he had lost her. The same
dress, the same rounded throat, only the bust a little fuller, and
the same beautiful bare arms with the delicate wrists and tapering
fingers.
Pages:
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356